Chapter 33: A Source of Misfortune
The next day, after several hours of running, the lead eleven-rank mountain ape finally stopped by a mountain stream. Raising a hand, it signaled the entire group to halt.
The stream babbled gently, flanked by fruit trees. Ripe wild cherries hung heavily from the branches, exuding an enticing sweet fragrance that subtly permeated the air, making one’s mouth water just from the scent.
The assembled demons paused to rest, their chests rising and falling slightly, nostrils flicking. Each little demon had expended great energy; they bent low, then human-like, rubbed their thighs and hips to relax their muscles, easing the soreness brought on by the prolonged sprint.
The mountain ape was the first to reach the water’s edge, finding a half-submerged stone to crouch on. Scooping up a handful of clear stream water, it splashed it over its face. The coolness of the water immediately washed away the dust and weariness, refreshing its spirit and loosening its blood flow.
Suddenly, a sharp wave of anxiety surged within it. Instinctively sensing danger, the ape lunged forward!
An arrow whistled through the air from behind, narrowly missing its vital body parts, but piercing through its ribs. The tremendous impact accelerated its forward dive, causing it to tumble through the air before thudding heavily down—
Yet beneath it was no solid ground, but a deep mountain pool!
The ape’s outcry alarmed the surrounding demons. They sprang up instantly; several little demons dashed toward the stream while the others charged toward the shadow opposite the wild cherry tree. In a daze, the demons recognized the identity of the human crossbowman. He must be a lone demon hunter; otherwise, he wouldn’t be wandering the wilderness alone.
The ape struggled desperately in the water, face contorted, yet still howled orders, “Capture him! Bring him back alive, skin him alive...”
Suddenly, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed it. Panicked, it clawed at the wound beneath its ribs but felt only numbness, no pain. The ape was startled; as an eleven-rank demon, it was well aware of various human tactics, and such numbness could only mean poisoning!
Ordinary poisoning was manageable; as long as it could channel its demon energy, it could expel the toxin. But now, submerged in the Healing Water and struggling violently, how could it find time to do so?
The poison spread swiftly through its body. Though not incurable, this toxin was far more potent than common arsenic or snake venom. If unnoticed, it was fatal. Once detected, it felt as if its blood rapidly congealed and clustered, obstructing its demon energy.
The mountain ape’s expression changed drastically, panic filling its cries: “Quick, get me out! Save me quickly...”
The demons plunged into the water. These jackal and wolf demons were familiar with water but not skilled swimmers. Their speed was slow. Seeing the ape flailing desperately with a terrified face, they grew uneasy, each slowing their pace, hesitating before finally reaching the ape and hauling it toward shore.
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